Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 64

“Yes, those were memories and Reza, you are my flesh and bone. All these times, I only remember a shadow,
living in the shade of your grandeur. I yearn for more Reza.” I gave her a sad smile.
Reza let down her tough demeanor and said softly, “Thank you and sorry Ezra.”
Tears welled up, why did it have to be this way. When things were starting to turn out for the better, I had to sail down
another path.
At the crack of dawn, I left at the nearest port, stating bittersweetly to myself, “Look alive and stay alive Ezra.”
I gripped the mushy paper from yesterday and tucked it in the logbook.
I left and headed to the Ship of Zun and went onboard, to seek out knowledge untold.
The first ray of light hit me. I saw the light.